~ Charlotte
"Are you two not ashamed of yourselves?" Adam said with a cold, demeaning tone as his driver gently pushed him into the room. "Clap for yourselves."
I turned my gaze toward the source of the voice and noticed a wheelchair parked by the room door.
Dylan's body trembled as he recognized the familiar voice. Eleanor , too, was stunned by the furious outburst, her eyes widening in disbelief.
It was Adam !
Her fiancé had returned unexpectedly early!
Seated in the wheelchair was a man with short hair and piercing eyes beneath thick eyebrows that gleamed with intensity. He glared angrily at the scene unfolding before him.
"Why are you here?" Dylan's mouth twitched as he stood there awkwardly, uncertain of what to do. He had always harbored a slight fear of Adam , and now, with the added guilt of wrongdoing, he felt even more ashamed.
Adam's gaze turned cold as he scrutinized his brother and Eleanor , who was dressed in a man's shirt. His eyes then shifted to the cake and the surprise package on the floor before settling on me , as I lay on the ground.
I arrived a few days ago, but I decided to keep my arrival a secret after I saw both of you leaving a hotel. My intention was to understand the situation. Once I obtained the information, I couldn't leave your girlfriend unaware of the person she was in a relationship with. I sent her a text, pretending it was from you. I'm sorry this had to be the surprise I orchestrated, but you needed to know the truth," Adam explained, gazing at me with pity.
I was utterly stunned, completely devoid of the strength to speak. So, I lay there, my head hanging low, much like a distressed dog.
Eleanor gasped, her mouth wide open, her hand instinctively covering it, clearly taken aback by Adam's revelation.
Meanwhile, Dylan appeared indifferent, standing still and glaring at Adam as if preparing for a confrontation.
"Help her up and take her to the hospital!" Adam ordered a man standing behind him, who appeared to be his driver, his tone unwavering.
"Yes, sir!" The man quickly rushed to my side, extending a hand to assist me and prepare to escort me to the hospital.
I stood up and gazed at Dylan who stood before me, my heart shattered. A pounding headache throbbed in my temples. Blood still trickled, but I was happy I now understood everything.
The man I had loved deeply... had mercilessly cast me aside for another woman! What more could I say?
"I can manage on my own, thank you," I said sadly, pushing the man's hand away.
Without even a glance at Dylan , I quietly left Dylan's room.
Adam was promptly wheeled away by his driver, leaving only Dylan and Eleanor in the room.
As I left Dylan's room, I carried my tote bag, feeling utterly helpless.
After ten years of being faithful to Dylan , this was what he paid me back with today! Blood streamed through my hair, staining my white dress. I was clearly enduring immense pain, yet I remained unfazed by it all.
No matter how painful my physical wound was, it couldn't compare to the overwhelming pain in my heart.
The elevator in front of me chimed as it opened. I entered it, feeling utterly numb. My body slumped against the elevator's wall, my gaze fixed on a bleak horizon.
Adam's driver gently guided Adam's wheelchair into the elevator as its doors slowly closed. Adam's expression remained icy and aloof. He wordlessly observed me for a moment before shifting his gaze away.
The elevator swiftly descended to the first floor, its doors opening at a deliberate pace. I stared blankly at the open doors, my despair evident.
Without delay, Adam was wheeled out of the elevator, heading towards the off-road vehicle parked at the guest house entrance.
I walked towards the guest house entrance. As I attempted to cross the path of the Land Rover and leave, the driver stopped me.
"Miss, you're injured. We should take you to the hospital first," the driver insisted.
I cast a glance at him , attempting to muster a smile, but it ended up more strained than cheerful. "Thank you! I'll be okay. I won't die!"
I tried to move my foot to leave, but a strong hand firmly gripped my arm. I turned to see Adam , whom I vaguely recognized from my occasional visit at the Morgan mansion.
"I'm alright..."
Although I wasn't well-acquainted with this man, I had encountered him a few times with the Morgan family and knew he was Dylan's older brother.
"Get in the car!" Adam's tone was stern.
"I really am okay..." I began, but I realized there was little I could do to break free from his firm grip.
"Miss, please get in the car! Your injury is on your head. If you don't treat it properly, your life will be in danger," the driver urged, standing by my side and opening the car door.
"If you want people to notice how heartbroken you are at the moment , you can choose to walk home on your own!" Adam released my hand, his expression impassive as he looked ahead.
I blinked weakly, and hesitated for a moment before lifting my foot and stepping into the car. The driver promptly closed the door and then guided Adam to the other side, helping him into the vehicle.
The Land Rover accelerated, quickly making its way toward the hospital. As we drove through the city, the scenery outside the window continuously changed.
However, my world felt meaningless. At this moment, unable to see or hear anything. It was as if all my memories had frozen at that recent scene.
I questioned myself, wondering if I had been foolish. A melancholic smile graced my lips, a smile so laden with sorrow that it tugged at one's heartstrings.
The car reached the hospital with surprising speed. I trailed behind the driver and the enigmatic man, my steps carrying me to the emergency room. There, the doctor attentively tended to my wound, prescribing necessary medication.
Roughly half an hour later, I settled into Adam 's Land Rover as we departed from the hospital.
About ten minutes into the drive, the vehicle halted in front of a Supermarket. The driver opened the car door and stepped out, leaving Adam , and I in the car.
"I remember your name is Charlotte , right?" Adam enquired.
I rarely came back home, but my brother Dylan frequently mentioned you.
"Yes..." I gazed out of the window at the sky and replied in a somewhat wooden tone.
"I returned this time to prepare for my wedding!"
"Okay…" I replied absentmindedly.
"The woman you saw in the office is my fiancée!"
"Okay..." I responded softly, my body tensing slightly. I then swiftly turned to look at the determined man and asked in surprise, "You just said that woman is your fiancée?"
Yes, she is.
It appeared as though I had just heard the news. It was because I was overwhelmed with sadness and couldn't find the time to react.
Adam wore an expressionless face, staring icily at me.
"The day after tomorrow is our wedding day..."
"A wedding?" I forced a sad smile and shook my head. My heart grew cold once more. Dylan , my fiance, had been involved with the woman, even expecting a child with her!
I had unknowingly loved such a person for ten long years!
"I've already sent out all the wedding invitations. The wedding must proceed as planned. I can't stand the shame of having my wedding canceled.
Although it's rather sudden, you are the most suitable person at this moment!
I'll give you a day to think it over. The day after tomorrow, you shall become my bride!"
I was taken aback by Adam's words, my disbelief evident in my gaze.
"Even if you can't accept what happened in the guest house just now, it's the truth. If you marry me, I'll provide everything you desire, except love."
"Are you joking with me?" I struggled to find the right expression as my thoughts spiraled into chaos. This unexpected situation left me confused.
The suddenness of it all left me momentarily unable to regain my composure.
Adam , with his sharp, cold demeanor, locked eyes with me. "You have one day to consider it. If you decide now, we can proceed with the registration."
This seemed like an insult to me. Does he believe I'm desperate to get married? What makes him think I would accept such an offer just hours after experiencing heartbreak with my ex?
I gazed into his eyes as he locked eyes with me, a faint smile gracing his face. I contemplated stepping out of the car, but something held me back. Perhaps, I pondered, this could be my chance for revenge on Dylan. Slowly, I leaned against the car seat, deep in thought.
~Charlotte "The man I love is with your fiancée, and if I marry you, don't you think this is too dramatic?" I couldn't find words to describe my emotions at this moment. It all just seemed incredibly implausible.. "You only need to tell me your decision," Adam responded, retracting his gaze. A newfound resolve flickered in his eyes, a determination he had never displayed before. "I won't marry you! I don't love you at all. Why should I marry you?" I blurted out without hesitation. "You love him. So, as long as you marry me, you can see him every day! My legs are already paralyzed. Even if you marry me, I won't be able to touch you. We'd only have a nominal relationship! I just can't accept this. Can you tolerate a situation like that?" I blurted out. Adam gazed at me with an icy stare. I found myself at a loss for words. Like any ordinary person, I had blood, flesh, and feelings. But I had also been deeply hurt by the man I had once loved so dearly. How could I possibly cont
~ Charlotte Hearing the disconnected tone, I sighed, and suddenly tears cascaded down my cheeks. I couldn't believe the love of my life had turned into my enemy, someone I had to deal with. How cruel the world can be. As I attempted to wipe away the tears in my eyes, my phone was abruptly snatched from my hand. I turned to the man beside me, observing as he skillfully entered a series of numbers on the phone's screen. "What are you doing?" "This is my phone number. I've saved it for you! If you ever need anything in the future, feel free to give me a call!" Adam shared his number and used my phone to dial his own. He then handed the phone back to me. I quietly placed it in my bag without a glance, then turned my attention to the view outside, my thoughts in a whirl. The car pulled up swiftly in front of an upscale shopping mall. Arthur assisted Adam into a wheelchair, and I exited the car, joining them. As i gazed at the shopping mall ahead, I was puzzled why Adam had brought
~Adam Dylan entered with Eleanor, hand in hand. I observed them with frustration, but as the older brother, I suppressed my anger, maintaining my pride and ego. "I'll be in my room," I informed Albert, wheeling away from the two betrayers by my side. Dylan appeared shocked, mouth agape, while Eleanor struggled to conceal the shame of entangling herself with two brothers. I gave them a stern gaze as I prepared to leave. My grandfather, Albert, called after me as I walked away. "Adam, wait. What's happening? Why are you marrying Charlotte and not Eleanor?" He turned to Dylan, "What's going on?" No response from Dylan. Albert halted me and inquired, "Why is Dylan holding hands with Eleanor in a disturbing manner? What's happening?" I met his gaze and replied, "Dylan and Eleanor betrayed my trust. I believe Dylan is in a better position to answer your question ." I left without further explanation. The next morning, thoughts of visiting Charlotte's mother filled my mind. I quickly
~ Charlotte My heart was pounding as I watched the two black jeeps pull up beside us. I turned to look at Adam, expecting to see him looking as concerned as I was, but to my surprise, he was completely calm, almost nonchalant. In fact, he even seemed to be enjoying the situation. As the man from the jeep got out, Adam laughed and greeted him warmly. "What's up, buddy?" he said, shaking hands with the man. "How's the family?" I could only stare in disbelief. I thought we were being attacked. Adam turned to me with a smile on his face, "It's all fine. These guys are my friends from the military. That's how we greet each other, it's just a thing we do. I promise you, you're perfectly safe." He said smiling. I smiled back at him, with my heart still pounding in my chest. "It's fine", I said, but I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. Adam turned his gaze to his friends. "Your rooms have been prepared in the mansion," please make yourselves c
~ Charlotte I felt the pain like a jolt of electricity, and everything seemed to slow down. I looked at the knife, its glistening blade stained with my blood. I could hear the sound of the congregation gasping, and I looked up to see their faces, frozen in horror. I couldn't believe what was happening, and I struggled to understand the reality of the situation. I looked down at Adam, and saw his face contorted in pain and fear. I felt myself falling, the pain in my stomach intensifying. I couldn't move, and I was powerless to stop the descent. I landed on the ground with a thud, my body limp. I could hear Adam shouting for help, his voice filled with panic. All I could do was lie there, watching as people ran around in a state of confusion. Finally, an ambulance arrived, and two paramedics rushed to my side. They lifted me onto a stretcher and carried me to the ambulance. Adam watched as the paramedics placed me in the ambulance and closed the doors. As the ambulance p
~ Charlotte I woke up with a start after the terrible dream that I had. my heart pounding. It took me a moment to remember where I was, and then it all came rushing back to me: the attack, the hospital, the aftermath. Months had passed since then, and still Adam hadn't told me anything about the attacker, or what he wanted. I had no idea what business he had with Adam, and it made me question everything. Had I made a mistake in marrying Adam? Was he the man I thought he was? My thoughts spiraled, and I felt like I was drowning. And then, in the back of my mind, a dark thought crept in what if the attacker came back? What if he was angry that he hadn't gotten what he wanted, and he was going to come for me? I felt a shiver of fear run down my spine. I imagined him, creeping up on me, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I could feel my heart racing, my chest tightening. I tried to push the thought away, but it kept coming back, stronger each time. What if he was out there
Dylan's POVI sat at the dining table, seething with anger. My grandfather had just promoted Charlotte, of all people, to be the new COO of the company. How could he do this to me? After all I've done for him, all the years of hard work I've put in, he was just going to throw it all away by giving the promotion to her. I couldn't believe it. I felt betrayed, angry, and hurt. Without thinking, I stood up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me."Dylan, come back here, I won't have you walk out on me !" I heard my grandfather call after me. I stormed up to my room, slamming the door behind me. I was fuming, and I needed to vent. I picked up my phone and dialed Eleanor's number. She answered on the second ring. "Hey babe, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with concern."You won't believe what just happened," I said, my voice shaking. "My grandfather just promoted Charlotte to be the new COO."Eleanor was silent for a moment. "Are you sure?" she asked. "I thou
~CharlotteAdam and i sat in the living room, talking about the board meeting that had taken place earlier today day. But then, the memory of the attack a month ago came rushing back to me. "Adam," i said, my voice trembling. "I've been having weird dreams about the attack. I keep feeling like it's not over, like the attacker is going to come back. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice." I know it's just my imagination, but it feels so real. I can't help but feel like something bad is going to happen."Adam reached out and took my hand. "It's just your imagination, Charlotte," he said, his voice reassuring. "Nothing is going to happen, I already sorted him out. I promise nothing bad is going to happen to you. Please, don't worry.""I'm just so scared," i said staring into Adam's eyes.And than I decided to ask the big question, unsure if Adam will answer it."Adam," i began, my voice wavering. "Did you return the thing that belonged to the attacker?"But Adam just turned
~DylanThe drive home was uneventful, but my thoughts were anything but calm. The night had gone surprisingly well until Noah showed up like a bad rash. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the weight of the evening pressing down on me. The headlights of the car illuminated the long driveway as I pulled up to the mansion. The place was quiet, the kind of silence that came with late hours and everyone being asleep—or so I thought. As I stepped out of the car, stretching to shake off the stiffness of sitting too long, my eyes caught a faint glow in the distance. The guest house. I frowned. The light was still on. That bastard. I exhaled sharply through my nose, my anger bubbling just beneath the surface. Did he think I was joking when I told him to leave? I squared my shoulders and headed toward the guest house, the cool night air doing little to soothe my irritation. “Noah,” I muttered under my breath, my strides long and purposeful. “Of all the people Adam keeps around, it
~AdamThe sun was barely up, but my day was already in full swing. My phone was practically glued to my hand, its screen lighting up every other second with messages, calls, and reminders. A week to go until the wedding, and everything had to be perfect. No exceptions.“Morning, Mr. Groom-to-be,” teased Tom, my best man and oldest friend, when I answered his call.“Tom, don’t start. It’s too early for your nonsense,” I muttered, scrolling through my schedule.“Too early? Dude, it’s practically noon,” he quipped. “But seriously, do you need anything? Last-minute freak-outs? Dress code issues? Cold feet?”I groaned. “No, Tom. Everything’s under control.”“We’ll see about that,” he said, laughter in his voice. “Anyway, don’t forget tonight. The bachelor’s eve is sacred. No excuses.”“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there,” I replied, already tuning him out as I started another round of calls.The rest of the morning flew by in a blur of logistics. First, I confirmed the catering. Then the florist. T
~Charlotte The hum of the car engine was almost soothing as I steered through the morning traffic. The city was just waking up, and the streets were already bustling with life—coffee carts on corners, joggers navigating sidewalks, and cars weaving in and out of lanes like an intricate dance. I should have been thinking about the tasks waiting for me at the office, but my mind was miles away, trapped in a storm of unease. Then it hit me like a slap. Noah and Dylan. Their stares. They hadn’t said anything outright, but the way they watched Adam and me recently—especially now that we were on cloud nine—felt like a storm brewing. Their eyes held something sinister, like they knew something that could shatter the fragile peace I had built with Adam. My hands tightened on the wheel. The thought planted a seed of panic in my chest, and I couldn’t shake it. What if they were going to reveal my secret? The one thing I’d buried deep, swearing never to let it see the light of
CharlotteThe engine hummed softly beneath me as I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white against the leather. The sun was low in the sky, casting golden streaks across the horizon, but I couldn’t appreciate its beauty. My mind was far too cluttered with thoughts of Dylan and his incessant calls. “What does he even expect me to do?” I muttered, my voice sharp in the enclosed space of the car. “Choose him over Adam?” A bitter laugh escaped my lips. The idea was absurd. Adam, with his unwavering kindness, his protective nature, and the way he made me feel like I was the center of his world, was everything Dylan never was. “He chose Eleanor over me,” I spat, the memory burning like acid in my chest. “He didn’t know then, but now he wants to come back and ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to me?” The words hung in the air, filling the car with tension as if I could argue with my own thoughts. I pressed harder on the gas pedal, the car speeding down the empty road.
~DylanI paced back and forth in my apartment, the phone pressed tightly against my ear. Each ring felt like a hammer pounding against my chest, the sound mocking me as it echoed through the silence. “Pick up, Charlotte,” I muttered under my breath. My thumb hovered over the call button again, ready to redial her number for what must have been the tenth time this morning. Ever since I heard the news of Charlotte and Adam’s engagement, I hadn’t known a moment of peace. The thought of losing her—truly losing her—was suffocating. When I first found out their marriage was just a business arrangement, it was like a lifeline. I told myself I still had a chance, that I could fix things between us, that she would see reason. But now? Now they were planning to get married for real. That was it. That would be the end of us. I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. The image of Charlotte wearing Adam’s ring, standing by his side, looking at him with the same s
~CharlotteAdam’s arm was draped across my waist, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as he slept beside me. The soft morning light streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow. I turned my head to look at him, his face serene, lips slightly parted as he breathed deeply. For the past week, our lives had been blissfully quiet. Ever since he proposed, it felt like nothing in the world could touch us. The entire family had been stunned when we revealed the truth about our previous wedding being a mere facade, orchestrated for business purposes. Naturally, there were plenty of whispers and judgments when we shared it with the public. Some called us frauds, while others admired our honesty and the love that had blossomed despite the circumstances. But none of it mattered. Not when Adam looked at me the way he did. Not when he held me like I was the most precious thing in his life. I reached out, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead, smiling as I pressed
~Charlotte The warm Mediterranean breeze brushed against my face as I stood on the balcony of our suite, gazing out at the stunning Amalfi Coast. The sapphire-blue waters sparkled under the golden sunlight, and the faint hum of laughter and clinking glasses drifted up from the piazza below. It had been a week since Adam and I reconciled, and true to his word, he’d been doing everything to show me how much he cared. This trip to Positano was his way of making up for lost time, and though I was hesitant at first, I couldn’t deny how magical it felt to be here with him. “Charlotte,” Adam called from inside, his voice warm and light. “Are you going to stare at the view all day, or will you come have breakfast with me?” I turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, his eyes crinkled with that boyish smile of his. He looked relaxed, wearing a white linen shirt and beige shorts, the coastal sun highlighting the golden tones in his hair. “I was just enjoying the view,” I said,
~CharlotteJasmine and I sat on her worn yet cozy couch, the smell of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the faint lavender scent of her candles. The TV played Adam’s press conference on loop, his voice echoing in the room. “And finally,” Adam said, his tone heavy with emotion, “to Charlotte. I owe you the biggest apology of all. I was blind to the truth, and in doing so, I hurt the one person who has always been my light.” My heart fluttered, and my chest tightened as I watched him look directly at the camera, his gaze filled with sincerity. “I’m sorry for all the pain I caused. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you that I can be the man you thought I was. I love you, Charlotte.” I felt a lump form in my throat, tears threatening to spill as his words replayed in my mind. Jasmine nudged me, her grin wide. “Well, well, well, looks like someone is a lovebird again.” “Stop it, Jasmine,” I said, wiping the corner of my eye quickl
~AdamBy the time I arrived at the press conference venue, the weight on my shoulders felt unbearable. The room was already filling with reporters, their chatter loud and insistent, like vultures circling a fresh carcass. My security detail cleared a path through the sea of flashing cameras and eager eyes, and I forced myself to maintain a steady gait despite the turmoil churning inside me. The event staff had set up a podium at the front of the room. Its presence seemed both unassuming and daunting, as though it were waiting to swallow me whole. I climbed the small steps leading to the stage, adjusted my tie, and stepped behind the podium. My hands rested on the edges, gripping them tightly to stop the slight tremor in my fingers. The room was stifling, the air heavy with tension. My throat felt dry, and I reached for the glass of water placed on the stand beside me. I took a quick sip, the coolness a momentary relief. Then, I adjusted the microphone, scanning the room filled wit